A.N.- thank you all for the reviews, they were oh-so sweet! Can you believe it's already at 180, holy smokes!
Rating: PG13 for some use of language and sexual content
Disclaimer: Whoops, I forgot to do this. Well, as we all know, I do not own any Outsiders character (not even Sylvia) but I do own Brooke and Kevin. :)
Author: Volleyballlover (duh)
Heart Killers
"Push, Sylvia," cried the doctor from the end of my bed, "You need to push dear," he cried.
I shook my head, "It's too soon…she'll die!" I screamed feeling tears slide down my cheeks. This was my baby girl…the baby girl that I had so many dreams for, the baby girl that was going to be something in this world, the baby girl that was going to make a difference.
"Honey," Dally whispered shakily into my ear, "Just get her out…she needs out."
I nodded reluctantly trying my best to keep from crying my eyes out while in labor.
X-
"Sylvia," asked Johnny in a whisper, "Sylvia, are you awake?" he spoke once more. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to breath. I didn't want to be anything…no, that's a lie. I wanted to be dead like my baby.
"Yea?" I asked anyway. Whatever it was that Johnny wanted it must have been important. Turning over I saw his lean figure hovering over my bed trying to seem semi happy. His eyes were flooded with tears but his lips were curved into a smile.
"I-I…" he looked like he was going to loose it right there in front of me. It only made me feel worse inside. My baby girl was dead before she had even seen the world. I hadn't even got to hold her before the doctors rushed away with her in their arms. Dally had disappeared off somewhere in the distance and I had stayed in my bed, crying.
"You don't need to say anything, Johnnycakes," I said quickly before a fresh batch of tears began to fall, "I'll be okay," I lied.
Johnny moved his gaze towards the ground, not looking at me for a few seconds leaving an awkward silence amongst us. "Losing something close to you is one thing; losing a baby is completely different," he said before he walked towards the door, "And you are not okay. I can see it."
Tears gushed from my eyes as he finished his statement. It was true, Johnny was right: I wasn't okay. My baby might be dead, Dally is hiding something from me, my son is probably scared stiff with Sodapop and Ponyboy, and I have the whole gang worried sick about me.
"Sylvia," Johnny looked so sympathetic and sorry, "I-I didn't mean to make you cry. Please, don't cry," he begged as he walked over to me and embraced my weak body, "I'm so sorry for what I said. I shouldn't be saying crap like that now…she might be okay," he said as he hugged me tighter.
I nodded trying to seem calmer though I wasn't. My baby- who was going to be named Dakota- could be dead. The doctors hadn't told me anything. Nothing. Zip. And Dally-
"Where's Dally?" I asked suddenly. He should be here with me…right? I mean that's the fatherly thing to do plus he was my husband. A good husband would stay with his wife.
Johnny's expression turned to a scared and weary look. His lips curved in as his tongue licked them.
"Johnny, do you know where Dally is?" I asked knowing that the answer was yes. I got the feeling that Johnny knew exactly where Dally was but wasn't going to tell me. "Please Johnny, I need to know."
Johnny's expression turned from scared and sad to a sympathetic look, "Sylvia, there's something Dally needs to tell you. I don't know if he wants me tellin' ya. I mean-
"Sylvia, oh baby!" the voice clicked right into my mind: Dally. He was now back from where ever he had been. Where had he been? And what had Johnny been trying to tell me?
"Where were you?" I asked angrily trying to keep cool. It was no use to just murder him here and now, "Do you know how worried I was? I don't even know if our baby is still alive!" I screamed at him.
Johnny quickly made a quiet exit through the door. Dally stayed at his mark, looking stern. I didn't know what it was: his expression or the lipstick left over on his neck, that got me thinking, "You've been cheating on me this whole time."
Dally's face turned white, "What did Johnny tell you?" he asked angrily, "I'll kill hi-
"No, Dally. Tell me now. Have you been cheating?" I asked in a very serious tone. I needed to know for the sake of Tex and I: had Dally been cheating? Judging by the look on his face I knew it was true. The pieces were suddenly coming to me: the late nights, quitting his job, coming home drunk and weird…they were all signs that I had refused to believe. "Its true," I said blankly, "Who with?" I asked.
Dally backed up a bit his eyes looking towards the ground. "Mr. and Mrs. Winston, just the people I was looking for!" the doctor shouted as he entered the room, nearly pushing Dally over.
I could feel my stomach drop at the sight of him. Where was my baby? What was happening to her? Was she okay? Was she dead? "Is she ok-
"I am happy to answer that question, Mrs. Winston," the doctor smiled, "Your baby is fine. She wasn't crying when she was born so we had to make sure that she was still breathing and she is…"
I sighed in relief not paying attention to anything else the doctor was saying. I didn't need to hear anymore. I had heard all that I needed to hear. My attention now drifted back to Dally…
"Thank you," I interrupted, "Thanks," the doctor nodded seeing that Dally and I were talking. He got the cue to leave and did so.
"Dally," I continued, "Who was it?" I asked in a frightened voice. I had suspected it for so long…why hadn't I just gone along with my gut feeling? Was I that stupid? Honestly.
"Sylvia," Dally started but I gave him a warning glare, "It was Brooke," I felt my jaw fall open. BROOKE? As in Brooke Shrew? That bitch that destroyed my life? How could this- "Sylvia I'm sorry. It just kind of happened. I mean I didn't plan on it…"
"No, Dally," I said firmly, "I want you gone. I don't ever want to see you again."
Dally looked at me in awe for a few seconds before saying, "I'm so sorry, Sylvia," and leaving. And at that moment I knew that I would never see Dallas Winston again.
The End
A.N.- I know I ended it a few chapters earlier than planned but I had to. It was just dragging on too long and I have so many new ideas for new stories so this is THE END of the Texas and Sylvia Winston series. It's been great folks and I love y'all. I'll have a little background thing on Sylvia in a little bit. Love y'all! Bye.
